Stands to reason, when I stepped up to the fishbowl to pull out a scrap of paper with a piccie of my Muse…
I got Rowan.
Not that I was disappointed, mind you, just rather … intrigued. I’d been shuffling along, writing YA and some lite-romantic comedy (romcom) of the usual M/F variety. Oh yeah, I threw in some sports (basketball, but of course) or horseracing or equine-themes in general. Oh, and food, gotta write about food.
Write what you know…
Until Rowan. Damn that stinker and his naughty, come hither demeanor and a penchant for stealing my best shoes right out of the closet, traipsing off to who knows where, with who knows … who!
This is what I have to deal with, on a daily basis. Really Rowan? Really?
Gawd damn, I hate that he looks waaaaay better than I ever did in those shoes/boots.
For your Thursday, the many looks of my Muse… You’re welcome.
- From Ruven Afanador’s new book on the muy guapo men of flamenco
- From Ruven Afanador’s new book on the muy guapo men of flamenco